#nightingal

[hope-and-roll]

Lyov Adamovitch

"If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals."  _ J.K. Rowling 

- Lyov Andreï Adamovitch - Né le 4 octobre 2005  - Originals - Sang-Pur - Hétérosexuel  - Durmstrang - Daniel Sharman.  ~ Fils d'Andreï et Oksana Adamovitch, née Kovalenko  ~ Petit frère de Mikhaila Adamovitch  ~ Petit-fils de Sergeï et Olga Adamovitch, née Peskine  ~ Père de Theodore Nightingal  * Petit-ami de Sigrid Nightingal 

[latibulater]

COLD BEER

HOT GIRLS

BOTH WET!!!?

[skymonsama]

My oc nightingale, a Skywing (Rossignol in french) He is pyroman and he love fly :) .

[nakanotamu]

[badassxbirdy]

Her eyes continued to bore into them, continued to search for any sign that they could be lying to her, that this was some sort of trick, some new way for her family to be fucked with. Of course there was nothing insincere to be found, which somehow felt even worse. Lies she would at least know what to do with. All that anger still simmered inside her, along with the temptation to beat this potential threat into a pulp that just kept on growing…

Right up until they held out another drawing.

There it was, the face she hadn’t seen (outside of her own hallucinations at least) since she’d—

Tyler physically recoiled from the sight, all colour draining from her complexion. She needed to sit down. She felt sick, overwhelmed. There wasn’t enough air in the room, she couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t— She stumbled her way over to a chair and sank down onto it, not particularly bothered that this meant sitting on yet another pile of paper. What the hell was she supposed to do? Call Mel? And say what exactly? Call Thanatos? And what if Moros found out about this?

Moros.

The cambion visibly shuddered, cursing under her breath as she ran a shaking hand through her hair, her breathing erratic.

“Has he— when was the last time you saw him?”

"Not lying," they reiterated, "Not a liar..." They managed to get their footing completely - less shaky and more stable now. It was probably frowned upon, but they reached hesitantly to collect the drawing back into their collection, careful not to bend it anymore than it had been bent in the...did this count as an altercation, they wondered. Proteus handled the pieces with a certain reverence that despite how much they hated their gift, beguiled some of the sort of adoration they felt towards the strange woman they had never met.

Proteus waited, watching as if Tyler was pondering what to do with them. And they knew that was exactly what was happening. Should maybe now be a time to run? No - that would do nothing but burn a bridge that they hoped could be repaired. They had so few connections. And to know - she knew - the woman was real. Perhaps they could meet? Perhaps they could--

Proteus paused. What would they do? Confess their undying love for a woman they'd only seen in their dreams. Oh what a lovesick fairytale world they had in their brain for a moment there. Still the thoughts were distracting enough to keep them sane, to keep them in place - stalled and WAITING.

"Y-yes," they managed. "Let me just..." Yet again, with a hesitant hand, they search through their images to find what was one of the most terrifying visions they had seen beyond the Coma Incident. The pain...the agony. Proteus did not wish to remember the features on her face that day.

But this, this moment contained less...pain per se. But every time the strange man was present there was an aura of...despair. Of something cloying that Proteus felt even in the safety of vision. And sometimes it was like the man could see them through those eyes.

"Here. See." They offered her the image. The woman stands outside a cage, the strange man caged within. But a ruse - he'd never been caged at all. Another stranger had appeared. The two had argued. It had all been so strange. Something about fathers and daughters and brothers.

"Only when he's near her."

[vessel-of-wonder]

A photo is sent on your comms from a restricted number with the simple message: "⊑⟒ ⌇⏁⍀⏃⊬⟒⎅ ⏁⍜⍜ ⎎⏃⍀"

Photo: [A very familiar figure is passed out on a bed, the walls are distinctly endstone and purpur]

( @caspian-solcrect @cari-morningcrest @fenris-nightingal @thebesttesttubeuncle @thebestestnightingstar)

[centross-mistvale]

I'm near the coordinites you sent Icarus, where are you

-Fenris ( @fenris-nightingal)

Oh just passed the giant end stone cave is all...trott in there and you'll find your "darling boyfriend."

Sorry not sorry he's a little broken-

Have fun with him now!

- Mocreul

[caspian-solcrect]

I found Rae in the End, he broke his wing and a good chunk of his horn off I'm bringing him to the medbay

-Fenris (@fenris-nightingal)

Okay im current out trying to find Aax but theres a good amount of supplies and don’t take the elytra off him yet ill be back a soon as possible

[i-am-having-a-moment-here]

I wanted to write "nightingales" in a tag, I misspelled it as "nightingaled" and I sadly thought: "well, Crowley and Aziraphale certainly got unnightingaled"

[hope-and-roll]

Vanya Nightingal

“Older men declare war. But it is youth that must fight and die.” ― Herbert Hoover

“You have never tasted freedom, friend, or you would know it is purchased not with gold, but steel.” ― Steven Pressfield

- Vanya Ingrid Nightingal 

- Née le 2 juillet 2037 - Next-Gen - Scandinave - Sang-Pur  - Aroace  - A été éduquée à domicile - Mage lunaire  - Blanca Soler.

~ Fille de Marcus et Daphné Nightingal, née Berinson ~ Nièce de Frigg Nightingal ~ Petite-nièce de Freyr et Zeur Nightingal ~ Nièce par alliance de Morgana, née Calor, Emeraude, née Jelavic  ~ Cousine d'Asteria, Astrid et Erwin Nightingal et Azylis Nightingal ~ Petite-cousine de Theodore Nightingal

- Fervente admiratrice de son père, qu'elle aime plus que tout même s'il l'abuse émotionnellement. Elle ferait n'importe quoi pour lui prouver sa valeur.

[hopefulkidshark]

Panghat: Meaning

Panghat is a Hindi compound word combining pani (water) and ghat (steps leading to a water body). In poetic lore it refers to a river bank where Lord Krishna used to hang out around Gopis.

Lord Krishna & Gopis on Panghat Painting

Rama Ho Rama Humne Gaon Ke Panghat Pe - by Mukesh in Ek Bechara (1972)

Film cast: Jeetendra, Rekha, Vinod khanna, Pran, Bindu, Kalpana,  Johny Walker, Anwar Hussan, Salome

Singer: Asha Bhosle, Lata Mangeshkar

Lyricist: Anand Bakshi (This Song was Written on Indian context)

Translation of This funny Song

In our country, it was said

That every girl is Hindustani

Either Radha or Sita or Rani of Jhansi.

We had seen woman carrying water at Bank of river or well in the village.

But We became dizzy after seeing these women of the cities.

Here are the roads, there were lanes,

Here are thorns, there were buds,

There was a tanga (two wheel carriage) Here is a vehicle with four wheels

There was fairy, Here is madam

There was anklets, Here is sandal,

There was a chandelier, here is the pandel,

There was a veil, Here is splendor (Charm)

There was peace, Here is rebellion

With small Matter they make preparations for fighting,

Some are nightingals, some are butterflies,

Some are fire, Some electricity,

Some M.A., Some are B.A., Some are P.A.

Just the name is a real one

The rest is all fake,

No  Pallanquin 

No wedding procession 

They Choose life partner themselves

Often virgins makes love before marriage

We became dizzy after seeing these women of the cities

Video on You Tube

[franzliszt-official]

Uncle, can I have a hug? I'm sick... *Emilka is extremely clingy when she's not feeling well*

Hello, little Emilka! Of course you can have a hug... One, ten, and then a thousand more! Come on my knees, I'll hold you tight. Do you like being rocked? Just a little while...

Is there something going on, darling? A nightingal told me you are not feeling your best...

[fanstantic]

Day 3 (with 4 days late)

Overstimution

Disclaimer : I'm not a writter nor english so he can turn very bad. If you have any advice, feel free to share

"Listen" said Crowley "Do you hear that ?"

Aziraphale strained his ears trying to pick up a sound, anything strange. He could hear cars outside, people chattering and someone walking in heels but nothing special. He feels a bit irrited by all this noices. He could feel it growing in his chest as the "clack, clack" of the heels didn't seem to go away and disappear.

"I don't hear anything" respond Aziraphale with frustation in his voice.

Crowley smirked with sadness and anger. "That's the point. No nightinges." Crowley paused "You idiot, we could have been US" "Aziraphale could feel his heart broke. He understands that this words was made to hurt him and... it worked too well. A sensation of betrayal begins to develop within him and he turned his head away to allow his pain to show through without Crowley seeing it. Despite the situation, a part of him was still focused on the noises outside. He only they could shut up. The chatting, the sounds of passing cars and this motorbike going by at full speed. All this noice makes him angry, makes him sad and he couldn't think straight. Some tears began to fall down his cheek. He heard Crowley moving but his footsteps didn't go away. Aziraphale felt hands grab his collar and he found himself pulling towards Crowley. Then, their lips crash against each other.

Aziraphale mind went blank. And, for a shining moment, it was perfect. The world shut leaving only him and Crowley. This short moment faded and suddenly it was too much. The cars and people seems to scream in his ears. The smell of Crowley was all over him, coffee, alcool and this smell he associate to Crowley. It was too strong and makes his head hurt. Even the pressure on his lips that was perfect seconds ago was now too aggressive. The hands that held him were like a barrier, causing him to feel trapped. He couldn't... it was too much.

Crowley released him but he was speechless. Words try to come out of his mouth but he couldn't articulate a single thought. Finally, he managed to recover his mind, and all he can say was the words he already said countless time. Words that were familiar in their relationship. "I forgive you"

[etherealcharacterz]

repères

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[raemaaunty]

It would be Rem's lullaby for Dora.

Little bat is flying under stars,

Nightingal is singing on the cherry,

Little flover gives his gentle smel,

Sleep, my love, i guard you in this night...

[vessel-of-wonder]

Hey, how are you doing starlight?

-Fenris (@fenris-nightingal)

⋔⋔⋔⋔ ⟟⋔ ⎅⍜⟟⋏☌ ⍜☍⏃⊬- ⊬⍜⎍?

(Mmmm im doing okay- you?)